Maid of a wealthy family

Chapter 18
While the natal family is working hard, the whole Lan family is also unremittingly pursuing and striving to make Ning's belly bulge.For more than ten years, I have used all the methods that should be used, such as holding a mud child, grabbing buns, praying to gods, asking doctors, finding Mr. Yin and Yang to reunite, and getting a bed.Today, whether it is Ning himself, Lan Hongen, or the old lady, they all understand the fact that they are counting on Ning's belly to be swollen, and sand jars to make pillows—don't even think about it!

After Ning understood this fact, the pain and sorrow in her heart can be imagined.

Over the years, Ning has seen more and more clearly that because she did not give birth to a man and a half woman for Lan Mansion, her status in this mansion is not as good as before.Especially the old lady, every time she looked at her, she was full of contempt and even hatred.If her father and Lan Hongen's father had not formed a life-and-death friendship, if her natal family was also a well-known wealthy family, she might have been driven home by the old lady.Although Lan Horn didn't say anything on the surface, he still treated her as before.But she clearly felt that Lan Hongen's love was intentional.Especially after he went to the city to pick up big joss sticks that day, she smelled a strong smell of incense powder from Lan Horn's body.She never puts on such strong face powder.Moreover, she clearly remembered that she took off her makeup before they went to bed the first night, and Lan Horn left the next morning. Where did the strong smell of face powder on his body come from?That pungent powdery smell, only... God, Ning Shi didn't dare to think about it anymore.Whore, he went to play whore!Such a definite judgment flashed in Ning's mind.However, Ning only kept this discovery in her heart, and when she saw Lan Hongen, she was still as gentle and affectionate as ever.She still blames all this on her infertility, which made her husband feel bad.Not only did she not blame Lan Hongen, but she was more considerate towards Lan Hongen.What's worse is that she loves Lan Hongen very deeply and is very dedicated.Although, many times she persuaded Lan Hongen to marry another concubine for the incense of Lan Mansion, or told him to play with a girl.However, every time I said it, I would secretly shed tears in my heart.She didn't dare to imagine, what would happen to Lan Hongen if she really married another woman?He is her own husband, she is familiar with every breath of his body; she has memorized every movement of him; every ray of pleasure brought by his touching herself is engraved in the depths of her soul at.But, why don't you give birth?why……

Ning looked at all kinds of silent dolls in the room, and sobbed sadly.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded on the stairs.Knowing that it was her husband who came back, Ning hurriedly wiped away her tears.

Sure enough, Lan Horn opened the door and came in.Ning stood up hurriedly, trying her best to act as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Are you back?"

Lan Hongen looked at the lotus seed soup on the table that was no longer steaming, and asked with concern: "Why, you still haven't eaten anything?"

Ning still shook her head and said, "Hong En, I don't want to eat. Don't worry, I won't be hungry."

Lan Hongen looked at Ning carefully for a while, then suddenly went to sit next to her, put his hand on his wife's face, and said, "Huijuan, you seem to have something on your mind that you are hiding from me. What is it? Tell me quickly."

Ning suddenly twitched, as if choking on something.She lowered her head and did not answer Lan Horn's words.After a while, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Hong En, have you seen the girl from home?"

Lan Hongen's body moved involuntarily, he did not avoid Ning's clear and inquiring eyes, and shouted emotionally: "Huijuan..."

Ning didn't wait for him to say anything, she still stared at Lan Hongen and asked: "Tell me, have you met?"

Lan Horn felt flustered for a while, not knowing how to answer his wife.For a moment, he had no choice but to nod indiscriminately.

When Ning saw it, she immediately asked, "Did Mother tell you?"

Lan Horn's face suddenly changed, and his body convulsed slightly.He pulled Ning Shi into his arms, embraced her and said eagerly, "No! Huijuan, I can't! I can't! I love you."

But Ning raised her head, and said to Lan Hongen with a pale face: "No, Hong En! In order to have descendants in the Lan family, you must do what your mother told you! Do you know, Hong En? You can go..."

While speaking, Ning's body trembled like a leaf in the wind.Before she finished speaking, she couldn't control her emotions anymore, hugged Lan Hongen, and burst into tears.

When Lan Hongen saw her, she hurriedly hugged Ning Shi and said, "Huijuan, what's the matter with you? Tell you, I love you and will always like you!"

Ning hugged Lan Hongen tightly and stopped crying.At this time, Chrysanthemum was still asleep.She was used to the noisy and noisy life at home, she was used to hearing her mother's groans from being tormented by illness, she was used to the smell of sweat from sharing a bed with her sisters, and she was even used to mosquito bites.Suddenly coming to this quiet environment, she suddenly felt a little empty.The window was open, and the sky was blue, with a bright moon in the sky, and there were slight clouds floating around.The moon was big and round, like a big round mirror embedded in the sky, she looked out of the window again, the moonlight filled the whole garden, the Yiyuan where the old lady lived, the Tongming Pavilion, the Hongyin Pavilion and the rockery, etc. Brilliant, but the bottom casts a heavy shadow.The clear water in the curved ground, the microwave in the lotus pond and the drops of crystal dew on the lotus leaves all reflected the bright moonlight.Everything is so quiet, solemn, and solemn, only the wind blows over the lotus pond and other flowers and trees in the garden, making whispers, and sending in the pleasant aroma of the garden.Occasionally, there are sad crickets, but there is absolutely no noise like drums and frogs that Chrysanthemum is used to hearing when she is at home. The buildings, pavilions and pavilions all have a mysterious, dreamlike color and feeling.But it's the color and feel that keeps Chrysanthemum from sleeping.Therefore, when she heard his wife's cry in the silent night sky, she shivered involuntarily.With wide, questioning eyes, she caught the rhythmic changes in his wife's crying.The more I listened, the more I felt that the depression and pain in my wife's heart were so deep, and she couldn't help thinking about it again: "What kind of pain is in my wife's heart?"

Of course she couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Chrysanthemum never imagined that when she walked into the Lan Mansion with anxiety, and was bullied for no reason by two girls, Xi Juan and Da Cui, and was treated as a guest of honor by the old lady and wife of the Lan Mansion, Her fiancé, Ran Longgui, also left home. He was sweating profusely on the mountain road in a pair of rotten sandals with worn-out soles under the scorching sun.

Ran Longgui went to the Jigongling coal mine a hundred miles away to work as a coal digger.

In the morning, after Ran Longgui left Chrysanthemum in anger, he went up the mountain with a big winter melon hoe.He felt dizzy in his head, and his legs became two sticks, stiff and numb.He staggered to a field where sorghum had just been harvested and dug up.The soil had been scorched by the sun to be as hard as iron plates, and as soon as the hoe was hoeed, a choking, dry dust rose from the ground.But he didn't feel that his mind was completely blank, with no thought, no emotion, only subconsciously, mechanically, and rigidly raised the hoe high, and then dropped it heavily.The hoe was tilted, and started again until the hoe was deeply sunken into the soil, and then the handle of the green bar wood was levered, and a large piece of it was smashed in the groaning sound of "click, click" from the hoe and the handle. A block of hard, dry dirt turned over.Now the land seems to be his sworn enemy, only in this way can he feel the pain in his heart constantly venting.After digging for a while, his whole body was completely drenched with sweat, and the gown was tightly attached to his back, and even the waist and crotch of his trousers could be squeezed out of water.The soil that has been dug up is still steaming, without any feeling of coolness.The sun shone on it, and a layer of water vapor curled upwards.On Ran Longgui's body, there was also a faint, dense mist spreading towards the sky, but he didn't feel it.The only thing he could feel was that his throat was getting dry and his lips were getting more and more thirsty.However, he still didn't intend to stop.He pointed the hoe at a cracked soil seam and dug down fiercely, and the hoe ate into the deep soil with one stroke.He supported the hoe handle with both hands again, and pried it vigorously, but the soil did not loosen.He tried again, bulging his strong chest muscles and the muscles of his arms, and let out a "hi".As a result, following his voice, Aoki's hoe broke with a "crack".Ran Longgui had no choice but to stop, staring blankly at the broken handle for a moment, then went over to shake out the hoe that was stuck in the soil, threw it on the ground with a "boom", crossed the handle and sat down in the sun.

At this time, Ran Longgui felt a sudden emptiness in his heart.He quietly watched the sunlight dancing on the dug-up soil, as if he wanted to figure out his own destiny from the sunlight.He really can't figure out what all this is?He gradually developed a kind of resentment, but he didn't know who to hate?Hate chrysanthemums?Do not!Do not!He immediately denied it in his heart.Chrysanthemum loves him!Although he wanted to ride Chrysanthemum's body several times, but Chrysanthemum didn't give it to him, but he knew that Chrysanthemum loved him very much.At this moment, Chrysanthemum's words and deeds, a smile, and even a sad cry are clearly presented in front of his eyes.Especially just now, when she forced him to eat another bowl of rice, and poured a bowl of chicken soup into his bowl together with the chicken leg that she was reluctant to eat, that was her speechless expression in front of her parents and Wang Ma. love!Only he himself knows how deep this love is and how deep his care is!And those two pairs of cloth shoes, I don't know how many nights she stayed up under the lamp, they were made stitch by stitch!She made all the shoes for him this year!Such a woman, such a fiancee, how could he hate?Yes, he can't hate Daisy, and there's no reason to hate her!Should you hate your chrysanthemum parents?Hate them for being cruel, unkind, and greedy for petty gains?Ran Longgui immediately denied this idea.He is very clear about their family's situation!If this pair of honest peasants had a little way, they would not interrupt their upcoming happy event.They all love chrysanthemums, and they also like their own.In the past few days when he caught fire, he has been living in their house, and they have always regarded themselves as relatives.How can a son-in-law be ungrateful and hate others instead!So, who to hate?After thinking about it, Ran Longgui finally could only hate himself.I hate myself for being born in a poor family and not able to protect my beloved girl!I hate myself for being careless, not only burning the borrowed five stones of rice, but also destroying the thatched hut passed down from the ancestors.After the fire that night, Ran Longgui wondered for several days.He didn't know how the fire started?That night after Juhua helped him unload the borrowed rice into the house, Juhua was going to make dinner for him.He saw that it was already very late, so he didn't let Chrysanthemum do it.He first delivered the chrysanthemums to the door of the house, and when he came back, he stirred up a bowl of sorghum batter and drank it by himself.Later, he repeatedly recalled all the details of making the batter, but still couldn't remember whether it was because of his own negligence that he didn't put out the fire in the stove?But no matter what, the house was on fire, and it happened on the night that five shi of rice had been borrowed to repay the debt. This was fate, and it was a disaster that he and Chrysanthemum had to go through!Yes, if you want to hate, you can only hate yourself, hate yourself for being worthless!

After hating for a while, Ran Longgui gradually regretted it again.Although parting is inevitable, but it's still time to send her off, how can you run out in a fit of anger?Although it was Chrysanthemum who asked him to come out, it was because she was afraid that he would suffer when he saw her go!But how can I be ruthless and unjust, and get angry when I say it?Maybe, that's not the sincerity of Chrysanthemum!This is not a day or two of separation, doesn't Chrysanthemum wish to have him by her side during this parting.Even if you can't say a word or two of affection, it's good to walk with her for a longer distance!It is so, it must be so!Thinking of this, Ran Longgui felt very ashamed, the more he blamed himself in his heart, the more he felt that he was a ungrateful person, and he was sorry for Chrysanthemum.He shouted in his heart: "No! No! I want to go back and give the chrysanthemums! Say a few words of heartfelt words to her! Go back—" Thinking of this, he suddenly stood up from the ground, holding the broken hoe With the hoe thrown aside, he strode towards the ground.

However, when he just ran to the edge of the ground, he suddenly froze.

On the dirt road down the mountain, his chrysanthemum was covering his face with his hands, with a small bundle hanging on his arm, and was running desperately.Behind her, followed the little black dog.

(End of this chapter)